When the world came into focus, Eugene found himself staring at a paper clip, a rubber band and a plastic straw in his hand.
That wasn't the strangest thing that had just happened to Eugene.
Eugene found himself standing in a yellow pavilion tent with a sand floor. The open flap on one side of the tent showed a golden beach and crystal blue water outside.
That still wasn't the strangest thing that had happened to Eugene.
Most of Eugene's clothes had disappeared. Eugene found himself bare chested and barefooted.
That still wasn't the strangest thing that had happened to Eugene.
There was a free-standing full-length mirror in the tent, and the image looking back at Eugene was not the one that usually looked back at him.
"Judy," the woman answered. Judy was trying to keep one arm draped over her chest, with the hand of her free arm resting over her crotch. "I don't know how the game is making me look like Kathy Ireland, but I wish it had given me more clothing. You're Eugene, right?" Eugene nodded. "You're rocking the Macgyver."
"Judy, Eugene, is that you two?" Another bikini clad woman walked up.
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